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Mountain Peak

We came together on the highest mountain on this earth.
As years went by we separated into rivers
from the tears this mountain cried.
We all fell into different rivers flowing though
forests, rocks, and waterfalls.
No matter what season we came across
we continued flowing.
We are rivers that started in the mountains,
and rivers that separated as we went through
many waterfalls.
Sometimes we travel together,
and other times we travel alone.
Always remember that these same rivers
that travel many miles through the earth
are once again together when it reaches its final destination
the “Ocean”
So, rivers that started up high in the mountains
and then separated are united
again as a family.

poem by Felix Lugo
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Many Rivers To Cross

Theres so many rivers to cross
But I cant seem to find my way over
Wandering, Im lost
As I travel along the white cliffs of dover
Many rivers to cross
And its only my will that keeps me alive.
Ive been hurt, washed up for years
But I mearly survive because of my pride
And this loneliness wont leave me alone,
Its such a drag to be on your own
My baby left, and she wouldnt say why,
Now all I do is cry...
Ive got many rivers to cross
And its only my will that keeps me alive
Ive got so many rivers to cross,
Oh, so many rivers to cross...

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Mountains, Canyons, and Rivers

Mountains, canyons, and rivers.
In the material and abstract they're nature.
We never were receivers, nor givers.
We were never indecisive, nor were we sure.

Mountains, tall and grand,
Might one see it as an obstacle?
On the other side lies a land,
In abstract and material, is much like a miracle.

Canyons, deep and daunting,
Might one see it as a rift?
Separated from one so loved, you stand staring.
Stand upright from where you lie; I'll give you a lift.

Rivers, soothing in a mellifluous flow,
Might one see it as their life?
By dawn and dusk you row,
Through a flow devoid of strife.

Mountains, canyons, and rivers.
We've seen them as ourselves.
And through realization in form of shivers,
We see sentience in us that delves.

poem by Leonardo David Tay
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Many Rivers To Cross

Many rivers to cross
But I can't seem to find
My way over
Wandering I am lost
As I travel along
The white cliffs of dover
Many rivers to cross
And it's only my will
That keeps me alive
I've been licked
Washed up for years
And I merely survive
Because of my pride
And this loneliness won't leave me alone
It's such a drag to be on your own
My man he left me but he wouldnt say why
Well I guess, I have to try
Many rivers to cross
But just where to begin
I'm playing for time
There'll be times I find myself
Thinking of committing
Some dreadful crime.
And this loneliness won't leave me alone
It's such a drag to be on your own
My man he left me but he wouldnt say why
Well I guess, I have to try, yeah yeah
Rivers, rivers to cross
Yeah yeah
Rivers to cross

song performed by by Heather Nova
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Many Rivers

Many rivers to cross
But I can't seem to find my way over
Wandering I am lost as I travel along
The white cliffs of dover
Many rivers to cross and it's only my will
That keeps me alive
I've been licked, washed up for years and,
I merely survive because of my pride.
And this loneliness won't leave me alone
It's such a drag to be on your own
My woman left and she did'nt say why
Well I guess, I gotta try.
Many rivers to cross but where to begin,
I'm playing for time
There'll be times when I find myself thinking
Of committing some dreadful crime.
I've got many rivers to cross
But I can't seem to find my way over
Wandering I am lost as I travel along
The white cliffs of dover
Many rivers to cross and it's only my will
That keeps me alive
I've been licked, washed up for years and,
I merely survive because of my pride.

song performed by by Ub40
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Mountains Landscape

Thousand mountains around the parks,
A flock of birds flying high up the skies,
Above the misty clouds,
Above the sea and mountain cliffs.

A sudden appearance of rainstorm,
A heavy downpour flooded the lands,
Trees move and sway in the storm winds,
Water rapid gorging the rivers.

Lose self in the undulating valleys and peaks,
In mystical mossy forests,
Sprawling jungles trails and plantations,
classic tropical flowers, trees and farms

Lose yourself
In the mystical long rivers and waterfalls
In the mists over the highest point of the highlands
And re-discover yourself again.

poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Let us be like rivers, Love

The Table shall never meet the Fuji again
Let us be like rivers, Love
Great rivers, not mountains!
On their epic journey to grace
The Land of the gods with much needed hope
Where an arid desert is the ‘mirror of heaven’
Great rivers run from a Great Lake
Ignorant of borders, boundaries or nationalities
They run
But no matter how long or how apart they grow
Great rivers are sure to become one sometime
At the edge of some distant sea

poem by LLM Mbatha
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Many Rivers To Cross (live From The Mirage)

MANY RIVERS TO CROSS (Live from The Mirage)
Many rivers to cross
But I cant seem to find my way over
Wandering I am lost
As I travel along the white cliffs of dover.
Yes Ive got many rivers to cross
And it's only my will that keeps me alive
Cause Ive been licked, washed up for years
And I merely survive because of my pride.
And this lonliness wont leave me alone
It's such a drag to be on your own
Cuz my man left me and he didnt say why
So I guess I'll have to cry.
Ive got many rivers to cross
But just where to begin, I'm playing for time
Cuz thereve been times I find myself
Thinking of committing, a dreadful crime.
And this lonliness wont leave me alone
It's such a drag to be on your own
My man left me and he didnt say why
So I guess I'll have to cry.
I've got many rivers to cross
But just where to begin, I'm playing for time
But Ive been licked, and washed up for years
And I merely survive because of my pride
(Many rivers to) Oh cross

song performed by by Cher
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Negro Speaks of Rivers

I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy
bosom turn all golden in the sunset

I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

poem by Langston Hughes
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The Negro Speaks Of Rivers

I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy
bosom turn all golden in the sunset.

I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

poem by Langston Hughes
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Death Of The Trees

My town is a place where
The rich tourists come,
With mountains and rivers
That glint in the sun!
Luxuriant beaches
Of ivory sand,
But all the jade forests
Now no longer stand!

There once were lush jungles
That grew dense and tall,
But woodcutters came when
The town was still small...
They hacked all the trees down
And shipped them away,
In huge merchant vessels
That sailed to the bay!

They went back to Europe
With precious hard woods,
Sold it as furniture
And other fine goods...
I wish I could travel
In time to the day
Before people cleared all
The forests away!

I wish I had seen them
Before settlers came,
The mountains and rivers
May still be the same...
Iron, Yellow, Black Wood
And most of all trees,
Don't sway any more in
The fresh coastal breeze...

This poetry is an adapted poem for
Lisa La Grange, her copyright,2012.

poem by Denis Martindale
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Stronger Through The Years

(ferry)
Through the undercover hour
Bad and bleak
To be brief - too much sorrow
And flesh is weak
No more feelings
No more tears
The rivers wide enough
Flowing stronger through the years
Silver lips - kisses borrowed
Glances steal
To quick - how they quiver
Too late theyre sealed
No more feelings
No more tears
The rivers wide enough
Flowing stronger through the years

song performed by by Roxy Music
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Daivame

The rivers have sung a powerful song
A song of fury
The song that echoed even in the mountain peaks
One with red flames
The rivers have kept it in its womb
And when the song arrived
Rivers, the mothers whispered words of anger
and tunes of war into its tender but willing ears
The world waited for it as if for the coming of the spring
And those who heard it;
some died on the spot
some resurrected
many forgot themselves
The priest crossed himself
The God Almighty smiled to himself
I kept on looking at the reflection in the ocean!

poem by Meenu Alex
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Notions

Many of us state the notions of presence,
Mighty rivers flow and dive into the abyss;
Kicking me in the leg and then arms fly
For the might of rivers is high and mighty.
Let the years roll on like the seas and rivers,
Jumping along the bed of oceans,
Lulling the fight of the whirlpools.
Open a door to the heavens once they cascade,
Let the door be of love and mighty rivers justify
Our fight for survival,
For survival is the better goal for one’s trust.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Since You Are Too Human....

there are always choices
we are born to these oceans of choices
wave upon wave
we travel to choose
then we land and take feet
upon the sands
into the gardens
on rocks
and rivers
to the heavens we take the shape of clouds
and rain
for we have learned
this art to evolve

now tell me who owns us?
tell yourself that, we cannot hear you
you are too human
and earthbound
you are stuck on the chains of your
self-defined treasures
that finally bury all your bones

soon we shall turn back at you
dusts, all dusts that we blow and scatter
to all the rivers

if you remember leaves,
you shall remember us...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Im Ready

I want to wake up and know where Im going
Say Im ready
Say Im ready
I want to go where the rivers are overflowing and
Ill be ready
Ill be ready to let the rivers wash over me
Im ready to let the rivers wash over me
If the waters can redeem me
Im ready
Im ready
Im ready to let the rivers wash over me
Im ready to let the rivers wash over me
I want to wake up
I want to know where Im going
I want to go where the rivers are over-flowing
Im ready to let the rivers wash over me
Im ready
Im ready ...

song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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The Day My Soul Flew Free

Undaunted by troublesome burdens
On a day when clouds darkened the sky
I unburdened my soul and let it fly
No earthly bondage was able to hold
My spirit was soaring and feeling bold

Behold all the beauty you're able to see
At the time of my travel the world was still free
Nor draught or destruction plagued the land
But a calm perfection catered by hand
God's unsoiled planet and all its land

Snow covered mountains and trees so tall
My heart felt like bursting taking in all
The rivers flowed flawless and unabashed
Silent forests and waterfalls splashed
Meadows and valleys in sunlight bathed

Upon my return my soul just wept
Seeing so many landmarks unkempt
The raw earth was hurting in terrible distress
Over many years there was no gain
And the earth whimpered in pain…

poem by Ingeborg von Finsterwalde
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My Hands

my hands have ten rivers
there are furrows of sorrows in the destiny of my palms
no mountain peaks to view the world
holistically,

my hands have ten crystal clear ponds
my hands mirror my face
my hands surrender
my hands open

they are all yours too and you are so cruel
you are telling me like you detest me in the residence of your full moon

you do not need rivers, you had enough of my surrender, you are ashamed
of open hands, you touch me and then you make a plea

'please close your hands and with your ten rivers, please sail away from me! '

i know what a full moon is. I too had enough of its light and silence.
i have the nerves of the stars, and i know what sailing away means.

let me thank you for your dark skies, your clouds are too heavy for me.
i am raining tears, too salty for my ten rivers.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Back To The River Of Beli

The rivers of belief
(curly m.c./david fairstein)
Take me back to the rivers of belief
Take me back to the rivers of belief
My friend
I look inside my heart
I look inside my soul
I promise you
I will return
And when the lamb opened the seventh seal
Silence covered the sky
Take me back to the rivers of belief
Take me back to the rivers of belief
My friend
I look inside my heart
I look inside my soul
Im reaching out for you
Lets hope one day
Well rest in peace
On my rivers of belief

song performed by by Enigma
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ROADS APART part(2)

roads became apart
when one's ethics, true friendship and knowledge distilled are different
and lives are disconnected
who will reach the goal of peace and freedom?
Those who believe equality, justice, huminity and democracy will be there.
'I want to be a good person', said a young man in Myanmar.
'Yes, You can.'A young man encourged him.
This is a good story with no tricks.
Rivers are rivers and not rivers but water flowing for ever with
no names mentioned before
This is a history of new fresh and bright generation of Myanmar.

poem by Nyein Way
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Oga

You've turned over me and the will not help you,
For i do live by the rivers of love;
And, you really know that.
Oga, i am the lady of the rivers;
But you've denied your previous responsibilities!
And these rivers flow like the muse of my love.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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